My core has locked into a knot
Tied tight with anxiety
The truth you created, was not,
Danny, the truth, its scaring me
I found your notes on the net,
Horrors that I never dreamed,
Posted up without regret,
Copies of your soul it seemed
Reading about your double life,
Drugs, addiction, prostitution,
Maybe even a child and wife.
Is there also a conviction?
You kept the truth so far from me,
Now the fear is set in my soul,
Danny, why did you lie to me?
Please Danny; please, just let me go
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